Lyrics:
and still don't listen
Went to school, to learn some business
Now I'm back at home, just chilling
Momma said, I see the vision
But you got make a living
Momma
on a mission to go get the loot
Go get the loot
All about my paper like loose leaf in each and every school
In every school
Minding my own business like
woah)
I got it all, but it feel like it's something missing (Ooh, woah)
I came a long way from skipping school and smoking Swisher's (Ooh, woah)
Used
on business
They were laughin' when I took my L,hate me now I'm winnin
The judge wasn't teachin' at my school, but got my niggas doin' ah sentence
I had
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been trying to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard,
school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
with it
No man, I stick Lillies with it
Grown man on some kiddy business
I do rapper and BAFTA shit
Like Bushkin, can't take away my classics kid
If
ride in GS 3's out in Tuckahoe
Old school and they Japanese, I fell in love with those
Old school and they Japanese, I fell in love with those
This my
Half of the bitches that grad'd from high school, they never do great
They're just scrapin' for crumbs
Thinkin' that college gon' get em on out
Maybe
clover and maize
Into new city lots and preferred bus'ness plots
They've cut them up since those days
School days, school days
Dear old golden
Look in Mr pitt's eye, like
Nineteenth century literature has nothing
To do with
Going to business school or medical
School right? Maybe mr hopkins, you
the business is keep minds on Allah
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches
On a pole
Promise never fold, Money never fold
the business is keep minds on the low
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money never
gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors
Smokin’ trees like Tarzan
My heart Stone Cold Steve Austin
Handle my business then fuck your bitch
Then I move with the clique tryna get me a brick
Oh oh oh
left our school
With the baddest b's
Turn the rising fee
In a business tree
In the meta street
And we made them free
Summer love for me
Body chemistry
like I'm conflicted
Bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
(Womatic)
(Bizzy!)
Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folk
Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low
Can't be falling off, I can't
don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold
the only ones here
You're telling me how you went down South for school
Down near TSU
But you know business majors
You can't even get a job when you're
to use
Trigger happy white boys
That was bullied in school
Pow pow bang bang they done
Done it again try to hide it
I'd be luccy if I make the news
Seven Four Nine business
Seven Four Nine business
Seven Four Nine business
Seven Four Nine business
Seven Four Nine business
Seven Four Nine business
this is excellence, I put my heart into it, cuz this family business
New Testament, wise and intelligent, I put my heart into it, cuz this is family
when we organize
A year ahead how we strategize
So How I drop I can’t compromise
Quarter million made with no gimmicks
Stay out my business talking
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